…my maternal grandfather.  When I was younger, my mother told me about her birth father, however, I don’t remember much of him, as he passed when I was a young child.  My Aunt Debbie (my mother’s sister) asked me to restore this photo of him, and I only hope I have made her proud.  I can say, I can see a resemblance of swag, look at that hat, smooth as botox’d eggs!  Here’s to you, Charlie Br….Grandpa!